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Viktor"Hey, Vik—mmf!"The kiss that silences her is brutal and crushing, but so is every emotion raging war inside me as I haul her onto the kitchen island and step between her thighs.I want her.I need her.And I need her to understand how things around here, between us, actually work.She's changed out of her work clothes and into a more comfortable lounge set of sweatpants and a tank top that won't quite cover her baby bump as well as it used to. It's also stretched tighter around her breasts than I recall.Just like that, all the blood pounding in my head rushes straight to my dick.I already tossed my coat and tie aside, and was in the process of working my shirt buttons open when I came into the kitchen. Now, everything between her skin and mine is a barrier that pisses me the hell off.With one swift move that makes her yelp with surprise, I yank her top off over her head and her pants down.No panties. No bra.Naughty plamya."Viktor, what are you—ohhh..."Her confusion melt

ViktorIntel updates this morning did not bring me good news.What they did bring me is straight to Silas's office.More specifically, to his assistant's desk, where the events calendar is open on the computer."Um, can I help you?" Fitz glares at me from across the room, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He closes the distance with impressive speed, shouldering me away from his abandoned post. "Do you have an appointment?""That's what I was trying to figure out."Silas's assistant sniffs derisively. He knows as well as I do that my name is nowhere to be found on the senator's calendar. "I'm sorry; you'll just have to wait for Senator Silas to contact you.""Or..." I pull a hundred-dollar bill from my pocket and slide it across the desk. "You can help me find him."Fitz looks at the money, then back to me. "As I said, you need to wait for the senator to reach out to you."I'm partially irritated, partially impressed. This might be an expensive bribe, and that's saying something a

AnnaI'm in nothing but my bra and panties when Viktor waltzes into the bedroom an hour later."Excuse you!" I gasp, automatically trying to cover myself.He sighs at me. "Did you just forget all about the baby growing inside you? The one I put there?""There's still a door to knock on!""That would ruin the surprise." He sets the box he's holding on the bed and pulls the lid off. "See? Surprise."My eyes feel like they're about to pop out of my head. "Surprise" is one way to word it.Stunning is another.Viktor lifts the gown by the beaded shoulder straps and draws it out of the box. The straps and bust are completely beaded over a backdrop of taupe satin, a deep V-neck that ends at an empire waist. The rest of the gown is a cloud of chiffon silk. Beneath the dress, still in the box, is a pair of matching beaded flats.With memory foam padding for my aching feet.Bless this man."Here," Viktor says, holding the dress low for me to step into."I can manage myself, you know. Been getti

AnnaWithout waiting for an answer, Viktor steers me away from the slack-jawed senator. He finds a chair against a nearby wall just as the lights dim. I yelp when he pulls me into his lap, but his hands clamped on my waist say he's not letting me go anytime soon.And honestly, I'm not upset about it. My old etiquette teacher would have a heart attack if she could see me now—I'm pretty sure "Don't sit in your date's lap while his massive dick gets harder and harder beneath you" is on, like, page one of the cotillion rulebook—but after that shiver-inducing interaction with the senator, I don't mind if Viktor's wandering hands help me forget being called a "pregnant whore.""You look beautiful tonight." Viktor eases me closer to him, pulling me back until my head lays against his chest. His warm breath fans over my skin as he whispers lightly in my ear.My skirts shift. They've billowed out over most of the chair to the point where we're both pretty much hidden behind them, so I think Vi

ViktorArlo and I knock back our shots at the same time. "Well, since you've come such a long way," I offer, "it's only right I give you a tour myself."Arlo gestures for me to lead the way. His men don't speak a word as they follow close behind, so neither do my siblings."We're processing an import shipment right now." I nod at the cargo plane currently being unloaded by our warehouse team. "I'm working on obtaining a new government contract that will allow for more domestic manufacturing. More revenue, guaranteed.""Government?" He frowns. "That sounds risky.""It is. But that's why it's brilliant: there's no way a guy running illegal weapons imports would invite the feds into his operation.""Hiding in plain sight. I like it.""By the time anyone catches on—if they ever catch on—we'll have more than enough legitimate transactions between Ivanov International and the United States military to throw significant weight around. Who wants to explain to the general public why they armed